“Nice aim, Joey,” Danielle laughed, holding onto his shoulders for balance, as he crouched in front of her and cleaned her fucking leg. “Nice legs.” Oh no he did not! He did. He fucking did! I wanted to scream. I wanted to throw up. The jealousy that rose up inside of me was so intense that I could physically feel my body temperature rising. As a matter of fact, if someone was to take my temperature right that second, it wouldn’t have surprised me to discover that I was spiking a fever. Keep the head, I mentally instructed myself. Do not pick up this pot of Chili and throw it at them. Don’t do
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